Stories tagged “ocean”

She’d snuck down to listen to the sailors’ tales for as long as she could remember, even if it did risk a beating.
She’d learned patience from it. It had taken so much to fool her Ma into believing she was asleep, for she’d neve...

With all the excitement, people really did forget about the trouble still afoot. Even Kevin allowed himself to fall into a reunion conversation with former ficleteers. Little did they know trouble was brewing at their very feet.
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From the window of her room, she could see the sea and the sky. Hard to see much else from the top of the highest tower in a castle perched on a cliff.
On the best days, pale, fluffy clouds floated weightlessly in a cornflower sky, while their reflecti...

I saw my first dead body tonight. Twenty odd years I was able to avoid it, which is probably some kind of statistical achievement in itself.
I was on the shore, beyond the boardwalk, past the lights that were winking off now that the tourists had gone ...

One night I put a single fake daisy in the dirt of my front yard, and in the morning it was gone. Probably stolen by some animal. But imagine if a girl had been walking by late last night, and seeing this fake daisy, wanted it for her hair.
So now the...

The night of our big day finally came. Tom bought a bottle of fine champaign. We made a toast to good friends, and great ideas. We shared our last laughs, and our final excitement.
Then, it was off to the beach. We drove an hour to get to the shore of ...

“All hail Britannia! Marmalade and…” The boisterous cheering of her fellow airmen roused Molly from her lolling at the window. The sea was so beautiful beneath the scant clouds as they flew along. Spirits were high. Life seemed so gra...

Yesterday, Nina was taken to the port.
She cried too much for my liking – it made me want to cry, too. She made us sweets and left them on the counter with a note blurred and softened by tears; it was just like her. She did it despite the beating...

Sitting on the warm sand, feeling it between my toes, I pondered quietly to myself. It had been a while since Shawn and I had been to the beach and I wanted to savor the time I have with him. Shawn had been in ‘Nam and he finally had come home fo...

I drowned on August fifteenth of the year 2006.
The sun glinted off of the pellucid water; it created a web of turquoise and white around me, struck me dumb with its brilliance. A cloud of fine ivory sand followed my wake whenever I moved. I was sure t...

Captain Jason circled looking for a place to land, being covered by the dark billowing clouds that were The Silent Storm. He’d yet to say anything but he was attempting to help.
“Looks like we’re going to have to land in the water....

your love is like the ocean,
only a fool would try to pin point it’s depths.
your love is like the ocean,
sometimes rough and wild,
but really it’s smooth like glass
your love is like the ocean
rhythmic and pulsing to the beat of my heart

From the London Globe and Mail, November 4, 2009:
REUTERS — Top scientists and military are being called into London so as to devise a plan by which the extent of nuclear radiation on the Isles’ soil shall be minimalised.
The matter was tab...

Nora swallowed part of her doughnut, asked, “Good news?”, and took another bite.
“Yes,” Ted responded, head cocked so the telephone receiver would not fall. “GlaxoSmithKline’s willing to front us some cancer drugs. A...

The sun blazed on above my shell was very hot I could feel my water beginning to dry up. I could hear the waves below, they sounded closer now. I prayed the water would hurry up on its trek up the cliffs to reach me. All I could think about was my rumb...

Rocks slip underfoot. Soft and warm, soothing water laps at my toes, pulls at my heart. The sunset glances off the water, sends stones of light skipping off the surface. Below… who knows what is below. But the surface looks perfect. Maybe that...

I woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. The sky had a hazy strawberries and cream complexion that reminded me it was almost morning. I tried to remember what sailors said about rose colored skies, but the saying el...

“We could change our names, or even move to another country.” Arnie said to his brother Arnold who was standing next to a stream of water that connected his house to the ocean. “Arnie last time I am going to say this we are not going ...

A little oyster laid, alone on the beach. His hard shells, covered with uneven bumps and and unslightly grooves, made children never want to take him home.
In a way this made sense, because on the outside this oyster acted as cold and cruel as his oute...

Sand. Wet Sand. Water.
Where am i?
The taste of salt. Turning ’round, he takes in his surroundings. The beach stretches before him for what seems like miles. Small waves rush in with an eagerness that belies the futility with which they foam and ...

Then he realizes that “here”, in an exact sense, keeps changing. He hasn’t stopped walking. Even when he turned to see where he’d come from, his feet kept moving further along the beach.
He stops.
Take a deep breath. Get yoursel...